I don't have any words left.
I see the Keeper Principal's smirk as he raises his axes of lightning above his head, ready to obliterate my very existence. The air buzzes around him with raw static power. My goosebumps grow more intense, a last hint of being alive before I'm about to be sliced and diced.
My mind spirals into the abyss as I try to think of a way out of this, quickly grasping at any sliver of hope. I've almost depleted my mana and have no energy to use any hidden techniques. The Keeper Principal's axes start their arc of death toward me as I close my eyes, shielding myself with my scythes, trying to brace myself for impact.
This isn't the end. Is it?
